Mr. Harris’s
face was white too. He opened his mouth, but he couldn’t speak. He stood up and
carefully moved to the door. The young woman was quiet now. She didn’t move or
look up at Mr Harris.
In the corridor, Mr Harris ran. The guard was at the back of the train and Mr Harris
got there in half a minute. ‘Quickly!’ Mr Harris said. ‘Come quickly! An
accident… a young woman… oh dear! Her brother is… is dead!’ The guard ran with
Mr Harris back to the carriage. Mr Harris opened the door and they went inside.
There was no dead body of a young man. There was no young woman… no blood, no
knife, no diamond necklace. Only Mr Harris’s bags and his hat and coat. The
guard looked at Mr Harris, and Mr Harris looked at him.
‘But…’ Mr Harris began. ‘But they were here! I saw them! She… the young woman… She had a
knife and she… she killed her brother.’ ‘A knife, you say?’ the guard asked.
‘Yes,’ Mr Harris said quickly. ‘A long knife, and her brother took her diamonds,
so she –‘
